Toby Dignum

I bought a tin of fish-free tuna out of morbid curiosity, and I can sense Fatwans’s displeasure from beyond the grave.

Our washing machine is refusing to have anything to do with our towels because it is DOING A SOFTWARE UPDATE.

I’m this >< close to taking our assorted bathwear down to the banks of the Wom Brook and scrubbing them on a rock.

Part of today’s boot camp was the debut of our Giant UNO cards! We have ruined a perfectly good game by adding exercises to it.

Weird demon footprints in the grass at the park.

Quick everyone! Look busy!

Misty moonlight last night at Toxic Towers.

We heard them too.

Puzzle! This is a geocache I hid NEARLY TWENTY YEARS AGO and it’s still getting visitors. Can you work out where it is? The image was originally created in MS Paint. It’s that old.

Admit it: you’re a little bit frightened, and a little bit aroused.

Think how many goals we could score if the teams WORKED TOGETHER.

Haha; the weird thing is, there’s a Dignum family term of endearment that goes back at least four generations, and it’s “fishface”.
“Alright, fishface?”

Ask @allthisandless.bsky.social. This is the Warstones Co-Op. By the old Flying Dutchman. There are a lot of ghosts.

Hey! I was easily the second best-looking person in that Co-Op!

Checking myself out with a self-checkout selfie.

Awwwwwww BIG HUG!

Winter boot camping! #SlowerFatterWeaker

Playing #LongShot 🐎 with my mates at the pub.

I’ve been shopping again.

A frosty boot camp in the park this morning!

Can I bring this?

In the kitchen.

Is this the best place to be now?

I love Salad Cream.

I love my husband, but am this >< close to throwing his XBox in the dustbin. He is customising his character for a new game. This process has been known to take hours, while he looks at *every* single option. Currently, and I can’t believe I am typing this, he is deciding on his character’s willy.

Some bad news from the scales this morning.

My precioussssss.

SOLVED: the Hip-Flask puzzle by the amazing Felix Ure. Loved working out what was going on inside this heavy solid brass beauty. Since there was no actual whisky inside, I’m going to have a glass to celebrate. Tomorrow, the Brasso comes out! (I won’t drink that)

I’m very very well, thank you, and NOT ready for Christmas! Embracing the mild panic. How about you?

I’ll go *into* work this week, but I’m not *doing* any.

Winter boot camp couture.